A visit to Hitch

As I promised yesterday, the first reader who visited the new bar Hitch, located in downtown Toronto, and quaffed Hitchens’s favorite tipple, would receive an autographed version of WEIT. Well, it didn’t take long. One reader, who didn’t look at my post too carefully, even poured himself a shot of Mr. Walker’s amber restorative at home—in the morning.

Sadly, that didn’t cut the mustard. But alert reader George Benedik hied himself to the Hitch within hours, got his tipple (picture of bottle was required), and sent it with a brief report:

Okay, here I am, reporting from the Hitch, having a Johnnie Walker Black. Not my first choice of a drink, but as you already said, “Them’s the roolz!” The place looks nice and cozy, and the absence of a TV is certainly a plus. It doesn’t seem busy at the time (it’s only 5:15 p.m. now), but supposedly that’ll change later on. Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, comrades and friends: Cheers!

He adds that, as befits a bar of that name, there’s a library, and sent a picture of the books along with another note:

Here is a (bad) photo of their “library.” Your book is not in it, unfortunately. The owner said he’ll make sure to add it.

He’d better!

And I expect that the Canadian Atheist group in Toronto will henceforth foregather at Hitch.

I’d missed the mention of an absence of TV, which in my opinion is one of the required characteristics of a really good bar. One of the very few locally which has the confidence to try that trick (and to maintain it after being brought over by a national pub chain) was receiving my pint-vouchers last night. And as ever, the only noise that you could hear was the sound of people talking to each other. Some may even have been thinking before talking, which should get the Thought Police thoroughly worried.
They do relax the rule slightly on Sunday afternoons. If you want music, you can have it. You’ll have to bring along your own instrument and play it, of course, but it’s no longer verboten.
I have a Canadian friend who’s a barmaid in Newfoundland. She’s added the hitch to her “places to go when in Toronto” list. She hates the incessant jabber of the TV in her bar. She also hates the bank of gambling machines in the corner, and the ATM next to them, which seems a particularly insane combination.

The one unfortunate thing about the bar is its location. The eastern side of Toronto is not the most attractive place, although it seems to be catching up.

And even though I had fun last night, I wished the crowd (including the bartenders and even the owner) were a little more “Hitch aficionados.” Every time I tried to bring up the topic of Hitchens, atheism, evolution, etc., I wasn’t gettin the response I hoped for. But maybe that’ll change with time.

We really do not know how to do bars in the western US. I can think of only one place here without a TV, and with musical instruments lying around. The place was designed for interaction… but the owner’s hanging on by his fingernails.

That, for years has been my habit : go out to the rig (whichever one it is this week) with several books in my rig bag ; read ; digest ; leave on rig bookshelf and take one from the bookshelf home.
There used to be something like an “international mariners lending library” who;d send boxes of books out to whatever class of boat, each one of which contained a mailing slip for returning the book to a central clearing house, from which it would cycle back out to the next boat. Some of those had travelled round the world several times, and been heavily annotated.
I’d forgotten about that library. Haven’t seen it for years. I remember helping a radio operator unloading the new batch one day … about 1998 … but I don’t think I’ve seen it since.

Never actually read any of Rushdie’s stuff.
And having just started Kim Stanley Robinson (Robertson? It’s upstairs by the bed.), I’m unlikely to start his stuff any time soon.
Which makes me think that I should check my “wishlist” on Amazon ; but before I do that, I should really think about whether I’m sufficiently ticked-off with their tax-evasion antics to continue using their service.

Robinson is a goodish SF writer ~ he can “write” ~ I enjoyed the Mars trilogy [which I read in the mid-90s] mainly because it seemed a plausible exercise in the long term terraforming of Mars

Most living & active writers within the genre are very limited & I struggle to find anything not populated with 2D characters. I’ve nearly given up on SF except for the Scottish SF writer Iain M Banks** I love his darkly humorous “Culture series” of space opera books particularly the first three:

Consider Phlebas (1987)
The Player of Games (1988)
Use of Weapons (1990)

He explores life, death, consciousness & politics & he even has a secular heaven in his Culture universe

I recently started KSR’s “Red Mars”. Which is fun, but I do not for one second believe that terraforming Mars is a credible concept. By the time that we’ve got sufficient technology to seriously approach the problem, we’ll have to have long duration (multi-generation?) space habitats, at which point, planets become, in Larry Niven’s phrase, “living at the bottom of a hole”.
But that’s a topic for another blog. ^W Website. “Late for lunch”.
I quite like Charlie Stross as a living SF author. That’s slightly coloured by meeting him at an EdLUG meeting and getting on well, before I knew he was an SF author. Never read any of Iain (M.) Bank’s stuff, though one of my previous marijuana dealers recommended that I try “Consider Phlebas” on several occasions. I recall “Wasp Factory” being “Book of the Week” on Radio 4 some years ago, and not being tempted into getting the book.

The Culture series is excellent, and well written by a fertile imagination. I can recommend Surface Detail for its interesting take on the concept of hell, but I wouldn’t recommend it as a first foray into The Culture.